The sudden darkness doesn't slow Kostos down any. In the time it takes his eyes to adjust so Loghain's outline is discernible again, Kostos has peeled the man's remaining clothing down to his knees and is shifting back—to give Loghain room to get them off his ankles himself, to get out of his own, to rub his hands warmer and lick one palm to fingertips before reaching back out to find his cock and encourage his interest along with slow strokes.
He uses his other hand to find Loghain's and put it back on his side. Silent instruction. That was nice. It doesn't take much touch to start deepening his breathing, generally, and in the meantime he slides his knee over between Loghain's thighs and his hand over his shoulder to his neck, to cup there and stroke his thumb down his throat, where the skin is looser than it might be on a younger man, but soft, too, under stubble and over muscle.
"Any preferences?" he asks—voice low, wine-dark, paired with a faint smile that's audible if not quite visible. Sometimes sex is the only way he feels in sync with anyone else. Sometimes it seems like the only thing he can do that doesn't hurt someone.
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The sudden darkness doesn't slow Kostos down any. In the time it takes his eyes to adjust so Loghain's outline is discernible again, Kostos has peeled the man's remaining clothing down to his knees and is shifting back—to give Loghain room to get them off his ankles himself, to get out of his own, to rub his hands warmer and lick one palm to fingertips before reaching back out to find his cock and encourage his interest along with slow strokes.
He uses his other hand to find Loghain's and put it back on his side. Silent instruction. That was nice. It doesn't take much touch to start deepening his breathing, generally, and in the meantime he slides his knee over between Loghain's thighs and his hand over his shoulder to his neck, to cup there and stroke his thumb down his throat, where the skin is looser than it might be on a younger man, but soft, too, under stubble and over muscle.
"Any preferences?" he asks—voice low, wine-dark, paired with a faint smile that's audible if not quite visible. Sometimes sex is the only way he feels in sync with anyone else. Sometimes it seems like the only thing he can do that doesn't hurt someone.